Epilogue
“So…the hitman got a happy ending, huh?” Kane’s voice was low as he lifted his beer bottle and saluted Gray. “Good for him.”
Gray eased onto the barstool beside Kane. “How’d you know?” He hadn’t told Kane. Not yet.
“Clearly, you have not checked the group text. Guy just invited us all to his wedding.”
No, he hadn’t checked the damn group text. He’d been…occupied. Gray glanced around the dimly lit interior of the small bar. Only one other patron. The guy who appeared to be passed out in the corner.
“Tell me, Gray, do you ever get tired of scheming? Ever get weary of moving people around like chess pieces?”
Only every other day. “We need to talk, Kane.”
“Yeah, figured we did, or you wouldn’t have requested this little meeting.” He put down the beer. “Let me guess, you have a problem that you need handled.”
Gray nodded.
“And you need someone outside of the FBI’s normal parameters who can do the dirty work for you? Got to say, man, you are lucky you have friends who enjoy fucking around with danger.”
Gray’s fingers tapped against the bar.
“But maybe I’m tired of dicking around with danger,” Kane continued, voice thoughtful. “Maybe I wonder about that whole happy ending lifestyle now that both Ronan and Tyler have settled. FYI, Tyler is still damn bitter and, frankly, I think he’s embarrassed as hell that he was drugged while on?—”
“It’s Anastasia.” Tyler and Esme were both completely healthy. He’d been assured of that fact by a team of professionals. They were healthy, but pissed. His current problem centered on… “You remember Anastasia?” Gray knew that the other man did.
The glass beer bottle shattered in Kane’s hands.
Right. That response had been anticipated.
“ My Ana?” The possessiveness was obvious. “Not like I could ever forget her.”
He nodded. “I’m afraid…I may need you to pull her out of hell again.”
Kane shot to his feet. The barstool crashed to the floor behind him.
Gray wished he’d had a drink. Maybe a drink would have made this conversation easier. Maybe not. He swiveled toward his glowering friend. “He’s found her,” he said. “And there isn’t much time to waste.”
Kane grabbed Gray by the shirt and hauled him to his feet. “He’s in fucking prison.”
About that… “He broke out during a psych transport four days ago.”
“Four. Days?” Rage burned in the words.
Gray started talking, fast. After all, a woman’s life was on the line.
Kane had saved her once before. Gray had every confidence that he would be able to do it again.
Hopefully.
THE END